by Casey Morgan
I stepped into the shower and let the water flow over my head and shoulders. I grabbed an ivory shampoo bottle and squeezed out a drop.
Was it Celeste’s?
I wasn’t sure.
I thought of her smile as I rubbed the shampoo into a lather on my head. Her round face was so pretty, with her sharp cheek bones, big eyes, and full lips. Her skin was clear and a light shade of ivory. I liked how her mouth looked as she talked—her lips were pink and kissable.
I rinsed out my hair and grabbed the bar of soap. There was a clean washrag provided and I lathered that up.
It had been two days since my last bath. Not the longest I had ever gone, but my last one was in wolf form in a freezing river. The rub down with the washrag felt good over my human skin; it warmed every inch of me.
I bet Celeste’s shoulders were as light skinned as her face, ivory colored and flawless. The two times I had seen her, she had been dressed in long sleeves and long skirts. Her mother and friend were dressed that way as well.
It had to be a religious or ethnic thing. Not that it mattered, but it was definitely different than the way most women dressed, even in conservative Grey’s Acres.
I would have loved a chance to see a bit more of her skin, though— a bit of her shoulders or if she wore a low-cut shirt that exposed her cleavage. She had a lot to show off and it was hard not to stare at how her huge breasts pushed at the fabric of her sweaters.
I imagined her coming up to me in a tight V-neck t-shirt. Her two breasts would be hiked up into two rounded mounds, pressed together with no space between them.
I washed my groin area. Between the roughness of the washrag and the direction of my thoughts, my dick woke and started to harden. I rubbed it, encouraging its growth.
If I was to be able to keep my cool around such a beautiful woman, I needed to satisfy myself. My thick cock hardened and lengthened beneath my hand. I removed the rag and leaned back against the wall. I pumped my length, using the suds and bubbles as a lube.
Celeste’s breasts came to my mind again. They were so big, they could hold my thick dick between them. My body shuttered a bit at the thought. Such an innocent girl would never let a stranger fuck her tits. She was too good, too pure. But damn, how I wanted to.
I imagined Celeste before me without her sweater or a shirt. Her full breasts were perky, defying gravity in the way only breasts seem able to. She asked me—no begged me with that pouty mouth of hers—to touch her breasts.
“They’re so round and soft,” she told me. “They are just begging for your touch.”
To demonstrate, she put her own little hands on them and squeezed. But her boobs were so big, they overfilled her tiny palms.
“Please,” she pouted. “I don’t want to do this alone.”
In my fantasy, I stepped forward and ran a finger under her left breast. Her skin—perfect ivory—was smooth and soft to my touch. I ran my fingers over the rest of the breast and squeezed.
Her innocent mouth formed into a little O as she inhaled. Her eyes were on mine, begging me to touch her more.
I took my other hand and grabbed her right breast. They were perfect. I squeezed them and felt their softness. Then I started to roll them in my palms.
“That feels so good,” Celeste said, in my fantasy.
Her eyes were half shut now, desire making her drunk.
Her nipples hardened beneath my palms, like little marbles. I moved my hands and trapped them between my fingers. Pulling slightly, I teased her nipples to become harder. They firmed beneath my touch, becoming longer as well.
I leaned down and took one into my mouth. Celeste’s skin was clean and tasted slightly sweet. Her rigid nipple was rough on my lips. I swept my tongue across it, lapping at it, and making it move. Pleased by my attentions, Celeste leaned into me.
“Fuck my tits,” she begged, her blue eyes still on mine.
Hearing a dirty word come out of her innocent lips turned me on more. My cock was ready to take her and claim her body. She led me to a bed and laid down before me, fully nude.
I straddled her waist and pulled her breasts together with one of my hands. Dropping my abdomen towards her stomach, my hard cock pushed into her smooth skin.
I wiggled it a little, letting my precum wet the area. The bottom of her breasts became damp and my cock slid between them easily.
Her skin was so smooth and the space between her tits was warm. They were big enough to cover my entire length, but occasionally I pushed forward just enough to watch my dickhead pop out of her cleavage. Precum dripped down onto her chest and towards her throat.
Celeste was enjoying every thrust. Her light-blue eyes were lit with desire and she watched my dick move in and out of her cleavage.
“I want you to come on me,” she begged. “Mark me as yours.”
In the shower, I gripped my dick as tight as I could and pumped it hard. My fantasy made my balls swell. They pulled up towards my body, pushing my seed into my shaft. My cock filled and swelled more. I traced my cockhead with my thumb, teasing just lightly. Then I dropped my hand down the length of my shaft and pulled up as hard as I could.
I imagined that my hand was Celeste’s tits. They gripped me so tight. They were so big and warm, and now, wet from my precum.
“Come on me,” she pouted in my fantasy. “Let me see you. Show me how much you want me.”
Three more very hard pulls and my dick shot up on its own. It clenched, a sensation I could feel throughout my whole body and then released.
I came hard. My seed coated my hand and shot up towards my stomach. In my mind, each spurt covered Celeste’s chest. I kept pumping her, sliding my cock through my own cum—the wet feeling causing me to come more.
My dick thrust up again, released more seed and released waves of pleasure throughout my whole body. It had been so long since I sought release. I had ignored my cock for months, while I was suppressing my desires and focusing my mind on basic survival. My balls had been heavy because of this and they unload more.
A third pump and squirt of cum coated the shower wall. I imagined it hitting Celeste in the neck and dripping down her shoulder. Her ivory skin would look so hot covered in my cum.
Would she be a dirty girl and play with it?
Maybe she would taste it, running her fingers through it and bringing them to her mouth. I wanted her to eat it all, suck it down like it was whipped cream or cookie batter and beg me for more.
I leaned forward and put my hands against the tiles of the shower. My orgasm made me light headed. It had been too long. I was ignoring my basic functions. In a werewolf, that could be dangerous. I had to keep my cool around this girl, I reminded myself.
I cleaned the shower, turned it off and dried myself. It was a good fantasy and a good orgasm. I should be able to make it through the next few days without another dirty thought.
Pleased with myself, I dressed, taking another pair of jeans from my bag and pulling out a clean t-shirt. This one was gray, and it had a hole by the collar, but I didn’t have a choice. It would have to do.
I found Celeste in the downstairs dinning area. She was inflating a twin sized air mattress. When I approached, she flipped off the little pump and turned to me.
Shock covered her face. Her eyes opened big and her mouth hung gaping. She studied my shaved jaw line and then her eyes ran up to my shorter hair. I ran a hand through it and fluffed it slightly. It was still damp.
“You look…”
“Celeste!”
We both turned and looked at her mother. The lean woman had her arms crossed in front of her.
“Up to dinner, now!” she ordered. “Mr. Whitepaw, I set some soup and bread in the kitchen for you.”
She pointed towards the double doors.
“Please clean up and turn off the light when you finish.”
I nodded.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
With her mother staring and pointing up the stairs, Celeste told me goodnight and heade
d towards her parent’s room for dinner.
I watched her ass sway as she climbed the stairs. All my efforts to keep my mind clean were gone in one glance. Celeste was so sexy, and I was in trouble.
Chapter Nine
Mason
The air mattress didn’t support my weight, or it was old. It was too difficult to tell which. Either way, it was quickly losing its air and sinking to the floor.
I had slept on the ground for many nights before, but I usually did it in wolf form. This was just uncomfortable. I appreciated the hospitality this family had bestowed upon me in exchange for my help, but the hardwood floor was stiff and cold beneath the plastic of the mattress and the thin sheets Celeste had provided for me.
It was clear I couldn’t sleep, but it wasn’t all due to discomfort.
I rolled over and sat up, leaning one of my shoulders to the wall. I stared out at the empty bakery. Moonlight crept in the square windows illuminating swaths of the wooden chairs and tables.
By the height of the moon, I could tell that it was a little after midnight. I doubted that anyone would be coming to harass the bakers tonight. It was too soon.
But still, I had to be a good guard dog. Maybe I could scare away a mouse or two.
I laughed to myself and thought for the thousandth time that I should just risk it and shift. I would sleep better in wolf form on the cold floor and deflated air mattress. But something told me not to.
What if I over slept and Celeste found a wolf in her bakery in the morning?
I’d bet she’d think I’d eaten her grandmother, I thought tartly. I smiled to myself, thinking about being the big bad wolf from Grimm’s tale. I certainly would like to eat this little girl up, but in an altogether different way.
My cock stirred and twitched at my impure thought. I had ignored my desires so often, I was almost celibate.
Sure, I could use my alpha charm and influence to seduce Celeste, but I didn’t want another human. I wanted a mate. A wolf to call my wife and my own. It was a fucking hopeless dream at this point.
I reached down and rubbed my lonely cock through my pants. There was no hope for relief again tonight. I would have to wait till this job was done and keep my mind out of the gutter and my hands out of Celeste’s long skirts.
There was a soft creak, and I froze. It was a tiny sound, hardly noticeable to most ears but my wolf hearing was better than a human’s. A flat, soft smacking sound followed; skin hitting the wooden floor. Someone was coming.
Turning from the windows, I peered over to the staircase. A form in a pink, fuzzy bathrobe was slowly stepping down the stairs.
I pulled my back up against the wall and gazed around the corner. Slowly, gradually, Celeste’s face came into view. Wide eyed, she looked around the bakery as if seeking me out.
Her honey-blonde hair was long and loose, hanging over her shoulders in a silken wave. It caught the moonlight.
“Mason?” she whispered. “Mason, are you there?”
I didn’t reply. What was she doing? She was crazy to come down here. It was obvious that her parents were very strict, and I knew they wouldn’t be happy if they found out what she was up to – whatever that might be.
Slowly Celeste shuffled down the last few stairs, as if trying to keep her steps as quiet as possible. Her parents might not have been able to hear her progress, but I could hear every step she took.
I could also hear her mutter under her breath.
“This is stupid. The poor man is probably asleep. Why am I bothering him?”
Once she reached the ground floor, she navigated the darkened bakery easily. Weaving her way through the tables and chairs, she made a path to my humble bed. I watched her every move with interest.
Her face had flushed earlier that day when she looked at me. I had felt the slight tingle of her interest, but I had put that thought away in my mind—locked it away as something that should never be.
Celeste’s long locks fell into her eyes as she picked up a chair that was left out in the walkway. She lifted the whole thing, as if to avoid the scooting noise of wood on wood. She didn’t see me watching her, yet. But she would soon.
Some said my eyes glowed in the dark. It was a sign of a werewolf. Not wanting to cause her fear, I looked down at the floor as she inched closer. I calmed myself, till I was sure that my inner wolf was at peace and my eyes looked human.
“Mason?” she asked, and then her eyes must have caught the sight of me sitting up.
She jumped back slightly.
“Oh! You are awake…Why didn’t you answer?”
I looked at her silhouette in the moonlight; it was glorious. Her bathrobe was fluffy but not enough to hide her hourglass form. She turned slightly and the moonlight lit up her beautiful face.
“I knew you would see me eventually,” I told her in response.
She nodded slightly and put her hands on the back of a chair. I could tell she wasn’t sure what to do next.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, pointing slightly towards the kitchen.
Not for food, I thought and shook my head.
“I’m fine, Celeste,” I told her. “Why are you down here? Shouldn’t you be getting some rest? Yesterday was a long day and don’t you bakers get up very early?”
She nodded slightly and looked down. There was a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
“I wanted to…”
She pulled at the tie of her bathrobe and let it open slightly, revealing a thin cotton nightdress. My eyes were quickly glued to the material. I could see her full chest rise and fall with her breath.
Her nipples were starting to harden. My cock stirred and ached in response.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” she continued.
She was trying to sound casual, but there was a hitch in her words, as if she was forcing herself to breathe.
“I know that air mattress is old. Sometimes it deflates.”
Moving quickly, she took the last few steps to my make-shift bed and felt the mattress with one hand. She was suddenly so close, and I had to refrain myself from jerking away—or reaching for her.
“See,” Celeste said. “I knew it. That can’t be comfortable.”
She looked into my face; her bottom lip caught in her teeth.
My cock hardened and I had to shift to hide the bulge. This was not good. The girl wanted me. She was trying, in her own innocent way, to seduce me and it was working.
But it was wrong. We had no future together. I was here to help, I reminded myself. Celeste and her sexy body were not on the menu. I could not take her and then leave. I wasn’t that kind of man.
I pulled my legs up against my chest and wound my arms around them, forming a barrier for my cock.
“It’s fine, Celeste,” I told her, trying to sound dismissive. “Please, don’t worry about me and go back to bed.”
She moved closer and sat down in the space that my legs had left. What little air that was in the mattress gasped out in a huff, but neither of us noticed.
Celeste was leaning towards me. Her hands were on the floor, taking her weight, but her face and her kissable lips were moving towards mine. I was frozen, drinking in her every movement.
She darted her little pink tongue out and licked her lips. The wetness made them more apparent in the moonlight and more desirable. They parted just slightly, and I could feel her breath.
“No, really,” she spoke words that really didn’t matter and weren’t what she really wanted to say. “We should re-inflate it. The air mattress. So, you… you can… sleep.”
She leaned towards me, closed the inches at a slow pace, but I couldn’t pull away. My body was being overcome with desire and my dick was rock hard. If I unfroze my muscles, I would grab her and take her roughly.
She deserves better! I screamed to myself in my mind. Don’t touch her!
“Celeste,” I told her again, breathing in her breath. “You’d better go. It’s not safe to be down here with me right now. I can’t… It
’s dangerous…”
I grabbed the material of my joggers and clamped my hands down to keep them occupied. Every inch of my body wanted to reach for her. But I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.
Her pouty lips tilted up into a slight smile.
“I think this is just the danger I want,” she whispered and licked her lips again.
She closed the distance between us. Her lips met mine. Soft, slightly wet and fabulously warm, she was the sweetest thing I had ever kissed. Celeste leaned forward more, and her lips pressed more urgently on mine. Our noses rubbed together and our chins did too. Her skin was soft and so smooth.
I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feel of her warm lips. Her mouth opened slightly, and I slid my tongue inside.
Her breath caught just a little. I massaged her tiny tongue with my own, teasing her to twist it around mine. She caught mine between her cheeks and started to suck. Oh God! It felt so good.
My cock stiffened and swelled against my pants and legs. I lost my grip and put my hands in her hair, pulling her head forward to me. The silky strands wound around my fingers.
Celeste continued to suck my tongue and I pulled her closer. I dropped my knees and her body moved on top of mine. She sat in my lap; her firm, round ass pushed into my cloth covered cock.
She moved slightly, rubbing her ass on my penis until she realized what it was. Then her breath caught more, and she started to tremble slightly. Whether it was with desire or fear, I didn’t know.
No! Even though it felt so good, it was wrong. I couldn’t take advantage of this poor, innocent girl. She didn’t know what she was doing. She was probably a virgin and didn’t realize what she was putting me through.
I brought my hands out of her hair and gently placed them on her shoulders. I pulled back, breaking our kiss, and looked into her eyes. She stared at me, questioning.
“This is wrong,” I breathed. “You deserve better, Celeste. I’m… I’m just a stranger to you.”
I could see the sting of my words on her face; her lips twisted, and her eyes started to tear up. She moved off my lap and knelt.
